Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.